Strangest Garage Sale Find Ever
You have to read this story from Wichita, Kansas. A boy went to a garage sale with his grandmother. He buys a Polaroid camera for a $1. When he got home and opened the box of film, there was a photo inside. He showed it to his grandmother. It was her son. He had died in a car accident 23 years previously. Cra-zy. (Thanks Christina)
Hollywood has already auctioned the movie rights to the story.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteThe power and realness of the unseen proves itself once again.
I call BS. Back in the 80s, the Polaroid cameras shot out the photo and it developed in front of your eyes. There wouldn't have been one "stored inside." It's not an iPhone.
ReplyDeleteLooking at the second picture (in the news story) it looks like the photograph might have gotten stuck in the picture cartridge. I used to have a camera like this, back in the day, and it occasionally happened. When the photo didn't come out someone may have thought the camera stopped working...or the camera did stop working, right before it spit out the picture.
ReplyDeleteIt would've been cooler if it had been a picture of Kirstie Alley with her boyfriend at the prom.... That's what I thought it was gonna be. Or a long lost painting worth millions. Unfortunately that made the real story kind of disappointing for me. ;) I read the article in the hope of being more wowed by the story, but instead had to read that treacle abt it being a "sign" from the long deceased son...and that the other son also died young in a separate car wreck. I guess I have to acknowledge it's good that they are comforted by the thought of it being a message from the beyond. Too much tragedy in one family.
ReplyDeleteAwwww he was a cutie 70's guy and the girl was cute too.
ReplyDeleteThat is way cool. I hope the grandma was comforted by the picture.
ReplyDeleteTrue story: My dad was from Locust Grove, OK - a very tiny country town - and served on a B-17 bomber crew in WWII. He passed away in 1998. A few years ago, my son was visiting Locust Grove when an older lady came up and asked if he was related to (my dad's name). He told her that he was his grandfather and she said wait, don't go anywhere. She left and returned shortly with my dad's Army Air Force induction photo, which had been displayed in town during the war along with photos of other local boys who served; afterward, the photos were stored away for many years. This lady had just been looking through them, wondering what should be done with them, when she randomly ran across my son and noted the resemblance to his grandfather. He now displays the photo proudly in his home and has an amazing story to tell.
ReplyDeleteGreat Memorial Day story Sandra D!
ReplyDeleteYeah @Sandra D., that's a good story!
ReplyDeleteI remember reading a while back about a couple who had gotten engaged, and on his first visit to her parent's house, they pulled out some family photo albums to leaf through. There were some pictures of her as a toddler on a trip to Disneyland with her family, and in the background of one of the pictures, there was the fiancee's family (and him as a toddler) walking down the street behind her family. Weird.
ReplyDeleteCool story, Sandra D. And a wonderful story for this weekend. I'm not a big fan of war, but I'm a big fan of people who have chosen to serve our country. Thinking of them this weekend and the freedoms they have brought me and defended for me.
ReplyDeleteGladys, someone summed it up perfectly for me the other day: "I don't have to support arson to support the firefighter's efforts to put the fire out."
ReplyDeleteLMAO Enty can't even post a story like this without someone running to yell "BS".
ReplyDelete*shakes head* You'd be better off on a tin-foil conspiracy forum I think.
I know it's not kind to speak ill of the dead. But can you speak ill of the former haircut of the dead? The center part was a good idea when Joan Baez did it in 1961. It has not been a good idea since.
ReplyDeleteWhat are the odds!?
ReplyDelete@Sandra D. - That is a cool story. Talk about being in the right place at the right time.